Memorial Day Weekend.
It used to be a big thing, as in the band would have gigs, we would usually be at the beach somewhere, and would be living as only crazy rockers can.
Now, I sit here alone while my husband works his butt off. We are drowning and will have an interesting few weeks ahead as I cannot afford certain medications and cannot afford to go have my failing back looked at, nor can I find out more about this pain in my side. I could be immobile before the weekend is out if I cannot seek out some help as to what is going on and what can be done about it. (Which is nothing, as I am not rich.)
Healthcare is for the rich anyway, so I might as well just accept that my time is ending and figure out what to do about those things I want to give to others. I am not sure if we can even afford to keep the car running for these next two weeks.
But, this is what our society wanted. One would think they would at least be more accepting of the fact that some of us just cannot survive any longer. There is nothing more ironic and hysterical than the fact that, if you attempt ending your life and succeed, then that is that. If you attempt it and fail, you risk being arrested for the attempt.
Arrested. For being so distraught and worthless that one sees no other way out.
THAT is modern 'justice' in this country. They cannot allow their workers to 'check out', so they make sure to scare people with the idea of attempting it, as opposed to helping those who are in this situation (probably because most of the time, the bad situation that people are trying to escape is created by same society that is telling us not to leave it).
Well, we will see how the next few weeks go. I will be out of some meds by next week. With any luck, that will finally do the trick.